THIS IS AN ANTHEM
SO FUCKING SING
Amber didn't fucking say shit. She was just on this bus because, well, it was a bus. Maybe she'd get some free shit, maybe get into some fucking fights. But naaaaah. Apparently they were going to a school, which she didn't know about, as she was listening to Bring Me The Horizon, a metal band. It was some pretty good music, in her opinion. Or maybe she was sent to this school by the old orphanage. Who knows. She had a reason to be here, but we don't know.
Oh, and since this was a school bus, she obviously had to get in a relationship. But, honestly, she never thought she would get in one. A fucking murderer, a thief, and an insane bitch, who would get with her? Well, only somebody who constantly lives on the edge, obviously. Or someone like her. Which are rare specimen, those people. But yeah. At a school, she'd have to get in a relationship? Why? It's a fucking school, man. It's obvious.
Yeah.
The bus went to a stop. She looked out the window, pulling the headphones off. Yo, there was this school. A school for her. An insane person, keep note of that. An insane person. A school for an insane person. I'm just gonna keep saying that. Oh, god.
But, she inevitably got up and walked out of the bus, and into the school, headphones off, but anyone nearby could hear the music still going on. She looked for her homeroom, like others. She saw it. Mrs. Naomi. Hey, she saw enough anime clips to see that it was obviously a japanese name. Fucking all the le sighs cane from her. "Screw me." She said, thinking aloud. She bit her lip, but, bravely, fucking bravely, walked in the classroom.